Noxias plods along behind the vanguard keeping an ear out. It's too hot to be silent in one's misery so Noxias decides to strike up a conversation. "Say Yrisz, any chance your order might have use of these vines? They are not bad as repellent to the chiggers and gnats that continue to pester us. Perhaps with a proper alembic I would be able to produce something... perhaps we should take a few samples." Noxias adjusts the dagger at his waist.